I smiled to myself since I know if I had said that while he was sober, he wouldn’t have backed down so easily. Considering his size also made me a l...ittle proud of myself, him being a whooping 6’1 and well built was like comparing a huge oak tree to a twig. I’m the twig in case that little metaphor didn’t get you caught on. I’m only 5’4 and sure as hell skinny like a twig. It’s more of a curse than a gift like some girls here make it seem. I have some muscles, but not enough to actually beat the. She leans her forehead against mine and sighs, her eyes closed as I breathe her in, citrus and tea and a sweetness which is entirely her. "I think I might have to keep this dress after all," She must feel me tense slightly because she laughs softly to herself. "I've ruffled your unrufflable feathers I think, Mr Conti," Suddenly I find I'm lost for words, there's nothing I can say and so I kiss her again instead, catching her lower lip between mine, my hand slipping into her hair to cup the back. "But I mean, things get a little stale after a while. I was star struck when I first took over for my father, but now hardly even the most strange things or situations bother me. I think I might need a change of scene, or at the very least a vacation. What do you think?" I asked, wiping my mouth as I finished the bagel and took a sip of coffee."Don't get me wrong, I love working here. Every day is like a new adventure in my life, something I'll be able to tell all my grandkids about - how I was. “Shit, can someone go get the pitcher of jizz?” Tank asked, just realizing he’d forgotten it. One of the Outlaws instantly disappeared before returning just seconds later with the filthy jug in his hand. As soon as the other men saw it they all erupted into cheers and joyful laughter. Practically all of them had lingered around just to watch Hannah ingest the ridiculous amount of cum inside the pitcher. Just seeing the little Asian swallow one load of cum was a wondrous sight for the bikers,.